In my usual Tuesday morning step aerobics (I am aware of how middle class housewife this sounds) there were some americans this week and our usual instructor was away and we had a replacement and he was very spanish and very camp.
And he would occasionally flick his wrists or hips in a dance like movement and the American who was next to me would whoop and when I say whoop I mean she would yell 'WHOOP, YEAH, WOO WOO' And then the instructor, would whoop back! And then she would whoop again. It was like some weird bird mating call.
And no one else in the class was whooping, I was not whooping, no british people were whooping. We were all silent, deathly silent. But the whooping continued, it was terrifying. It really but me on edge, I never knew when the next whoop was coming. Gay spanish aerobics instructor loved it. I hope our normal instructor is back next week, I don't think she will stand for the whooping.